#my headmates: LEGS???????

[linabirb]

speaking of sys stuff, so i think i've mentioned that some of my headmates aren't exactly human? they DO look human in our headspace but they don't feel human if that makes sense. which led to this interaction a few weeks ago on the way to a therapy session while i was completely dissociated and didn't remember where to go so two of my headmates had to do most of the work

headmate number one: oh. huh. so these are legs. hm. they look kind of fragile

headmate number two: please be careful we forgot our kneepads today^^''

headmate number one: sorry. it's just. wow these things are fragile. like you're really just expected to... walk with them? like this?

headmate number two: please don't ever say things like that ever again^^

[infinitepersona-alterpacks]

me in the hospital: i think the stress of this will make us split doctor or patient alters

my stupid gooner brain: 💕shotas💕

[sleebyconfy]

i will try to make soup today!!

[phightingconfessions]

I had an idea for a funny joke fic where dom gets turned into a mermaid temporarily for the duration of the pirates vs mermaids phestival and he just has to deal with it. Like. Leg privileges revoked, get turned into fsh idiot /silly

~ 🎩 (hi I'm back to be silly)

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[jatlokgwo]

HOW DID I FORGOR RAIN WORLD HOLY SHIT DUDE THE AI IS STILL MY FAVOURITE ANIMATOR OF ALL TIME

[dirksawesomesprites]

editing / fixing sprites + my headcanons

Part 1: Beta Lowbloods

Aradia Megdio

without bag

with bag

dead

she uses she/they and is demigirl and bisexual. her horns are covered in a layer of dust from scavaging for fossils and living in an underground hive. she wears a messanger bag that she uses to keep all of her fossile hunting materials and other things. she uses the fossils to decorate her hive and shes goth (original i know). her matesprit is sollux and her moirail is feferi.

Tavros Nitram

he uses he/him and is a cis guy (just is slightly feminine) he is mlm/gay. he loves fairycore and his favourite dog breed is a golden retriver (speficially the human version dave showed him, not alternian.) his robot legs will occasionslly malfcution, causing them to either get locked in place, squeak loudly, or get sticky joints. dave constantly has to call dirk over to fix his legs. his matesprit is dave, moirail is gamzee, and he has a black crush on gamzee (not very "black" though, mostly a "i can fix him" mentality but it ends up being "i can fix him but itll make me worse in the prossess) type stuff. its a pale leaning black thing.

Sollux Captor

he uses they/he/she and is bisexual and bigender (original i know but its kinda funny concidering my headmate with a sollux source is bisexual and bigender so im stealing that). hes emo and has a johnnie guilbert shrine in his hive he swears is ironic. he is colour blind (blue colour blindess specifically) so he sees voilet/purple as a ugly brown thats why he calls eridan ugly so much. he plays the synthesizer. hes double jointed and likes to gross his friends out with it. his shoes were orignially both white but he lost the second one but was too lazy to find it so he just wears the same brand shoe but different colours. theyre vans shoes. his matesprit is aradia , his moirail is dave , his kismesis is eridan , and his auspistice is karkat.

Karkat Vantas

he uses they/he, theyre nonbinary / transmasculine (has top scars and is technially transmasc but is also nonbinary i dont know if im saying this right) and is unlabeled for sexuality (they kiss guys but is unlabeled take with that what you will) they are punk even if they dont particualerly dress like it. their sweatpants are too big and their sweater is too small / tight so theyre a small gap of stomach showing. he purrs when happy, sleepy, or comfortable. when he gets scared their voice cracks and squeaks. when theyre alone listening to music in their hive hell jump around bouncing off stuff pretending to play the guitar and screaming / singing at the top of his lungs to the song. his matesprit is gamzee, his moirial is eridan, his kismesis is dave, and they aupistice for eridan and sollux.

Nepeta Lejion

she uses she/meow and is girlflux, catgender (original i know), grey romantic, and asexual. when she paints on her shipping wall she tends to get paint all over her and it has since stained her jacket. she has had her hat since she was very little and its very streched out and worn. same with her tail as its not part of her, it drags on the ground behind her and gets dirt, sticks and leaves caught in it most of the time. she likes to play the xylophone, read warrior cats, and play animal jam with equius. she purrs when she his happy / sleepy / comfy like karkat. her matesprit is feferi and her moirail is equius.

[sophieinwonderland]

Dimensions of Fronting

In my Manifestations post, I used fronting as a catch-all term for any sort of physical attachment to the body.

I'd like to delve into that a bit more here, exploring language to better explain individual experiences of fronting and control over the body.

This isn't really intended for every day use, but is meant to better explain plural experiences of fronting in a more clear and more precise way.

Full body vs Locational Attachment

Full body attachment is, as expected, attachment to the entire body at once.

Locational Attachment is attachment to specific body parts such as only a hand or just the legs. When referencing locational attachment, it's usually useful to refer to the part of the body one is attached to.

Efferent vs Afferent Attachment

Besides simply being locational, attachment can come in afferent and efferent forms. Some nerves send signals from the brain to the body. Other nerves in the brain receive signals from the body.

Nerves responsible for sending signals from the brain to the body are called efferent nerves. These allow you to control the body. Nerves responsible for receiving signals are afferent. These allow you to sense things through the body.

Attachment can exist in both forms separately.

If a headmate feels like they're experiencing everything happening to the body but feel like somebody else is controlling it, they're experiencing afferent attachment with efferent detachment.

If a headmate is controlling the body but feels disconnected, as if everything is happening to somebody else, this is efferent attachment with afferent detachment.

Alternative Terminology:

The terms above are more technical, designed to help conceptualize the dimensions of fronting. For everyday use, I would recommend Possession and Attunement.

Possession referring to taking control of the body, attunement to receiving signals from its senses as if they were your own.

Solitary Attachment vs Shared Attachment and Co-fronting

Any of previous attachment types may be experienced by multiple headmates at once. Multiple headmates feel like the whole body is theirs and share control over it simultaneously. Shared attachment can also be over specific limbs, where multiple headmates feel like the limb is theirs at once.

If only one headmate feels attached to the body or limb, this is solitary attachment.

When multiple headmates are controlling the body, this is usually called co-fronting.

How to use the language?

One thing I often struggle with is putting our experiences into words.

A lot of plural language is vague and has multiple conflicting meanings. Part of an issue with having such a large community made up of many smaller communities.

What one person means when they say they're fronting may not be what another means.

This allows us to more easily describe and compare different plural experiences.

For example, a distinction for our partial possession vs our proxying.

When I partially possess an arm, I fully experience that arm as if it's mine. I experience both afferent and efferent locational attachment to that specific limb. If using possession and attunement terms, this may also be considered Attuned Locational Possession or Partial Attuned Possession.

In contrast, when proxying (typing while somebody else is fronting,) I don't feel like the hand belongs to me. I send signals through them, the words typed out are mine and coming from me, but the fronter still experiences the hands as if the hands belong to the fronter. I experience a locational efferent attachment (sending motor signals) and afferent detachment (an absence of sensor signals) to the hands, while the fronter may experience afferent attachment and efferent detachment to the hands. This can also be considered a form of Unattuned Locational Possession of the hands.

Breaking it down!

Full body Attachment and Detachment:

"I'm in complete control of the body, everything that happens to it is happening to me."

Full Fronting (full body efferent and afferent attachment.)

"I'm in control but everything feels like it's happening to someone else, as if I'm outside the body."

Complete Unattuned Possession (full body efferent attachment and afferent detachment.)

"I can feel everything but it's as if someone else is controlling my actions and making me act things out."

Complete non-possessive Attunement (full body efferent detachment and afferent attachment.)

"I'm a spectator watching while someone else controls my body. Everything that happens is happening to them and I just exist in the background."

Complete Detachment (full body efferent and afferent detachment.)

Partial Attachment and Detachment:

"I have total control over this limb, and feel through it as if it's mine."

Partial Attuned Possession (localized efferent and afferent attachment.)

"I can control this limb but I feel like it's someone else's and don't feel these sensations are happening to me."

Partial Unattuned Possession.(localized efferent attachment and afferent detachment.)

"I can feel through this part of the body as if it's mine, but I have no control over it."

Partial non-possessive Attunement (localized efferent detachment and afferent attachment.)

"I can't control this limb and I feel like it belongs to someone else."

Partial Detachment (localized efferent and afferent detachment.)

Things to consider...

While writing this, there were some experiences that were hard to categorize. This is especially true of unconscious reactions. If you tickle a headmate's mindform who is co-con but not fronting, and their reaction causes the body to jolt, do these sorts of automatic and unconscious reactions constitute a form of Efferent Attachment?

This model is still not comprehensive. But I believe it's a good starting place for understanding fronting experiences.

[interstellarchaosss]

Went trick-or-treating, my legs hated that. So I got back to the house, sat down and immediately drew this. The party was very fun, once my feet stopped burning!

Please do not use our art without our permission. Feel free to ask to use for icons and similar things, but we have the right to say no.

Program: IbisPaint X Approx. Time: 30m Original Date: 31.10.24 Commission/Trade/Collab status in bio/pinned! Art Of: Fin (Sebastian) [Headmate] (System Member Artist: Fin)

[cambriancrew]

Just a few stray thoughts about dysphoria:

I may be nonbinary, but I don't have dysphoria around gender specifically, just general dysphoria around having a body at all. Figuring this out is a lot easier now that we have headmates who do have gender dysphoria, including Varyn who didn't have it until we gained weight and became more feminine-shaped. Varyn and the other guys' dysphoria is attached more strongly to certain gendered terms and body structures/features (breasts, how a higher voice is considered more feminine) and mine is the same for everything bodywise - having feet and legs is just as dysphoria-inducing as having curves.

Like it feels strange to have this weight sitting cross legged on a chair and it having this pressure on my hips and thighs. I shouldn't be sitting, I should be floating. Gravity is a literal pain in the ass. My head shouldn't be heavy. My arms shouldn't ache from me leaning on them on my desk. I shouldn't even have feet and legs - not all the time anyway. My face shouldn't look like this. What do you mean it's stuck in this one shape. I shouldn't need glasses except as a fashion accessory. What do you mean I'm legally blind without them.

Just... Bodies. Ugh.

My sense of gender is just it's something my body has, but not something I myself have. The disconnect is strong there. I'm pretty firm in the understanding that I am not my body. I HAVE a body, I AM a mind and soul. I don't particularly dislike my body - it's useful, and I try to be gentle and kind to it - but it's not Me.

Bodies blehgh

[systemuserboxes]

can we ask for inbox checks??? it feels like my asks never go through on this stupid app :((

sure! currently in our inbox we have :

this system uses parts language and doesn’t care what you think about it

this system mostly has familial inner relationships

this headmate has a twin in-sys

this system is not “traumagenic” they have a fucking disorder

this osdd system hates being called plural

this system is still living with their abuser

This fictive is disgusted by their philia, please don't remind them of that part of their source

this host loves Leshy

this host's system won't let them make it COTL themed

This system uses parts language

This user accidentally relates to traumatized OCs

This Ashley Graves alter does not agree with her source

This alter looks and acts different than before due to fusing and resplitting

this sys needs extra love/comfort during winter nights and summer days

this system is collectively genderfluid

this collective has avPD and social anxiety

this collective has AuDHD

this system is madness combat introject heavy

This system hates oversharing online

This system hates oversharing online

this ever after high fictive is upset its source no longer exists

This user has Cohn’s disease please be patient

This user is disabled

this system loves their best friends

this collective has NPD traits

this part holds NPD traits

this sfw agere blog is run by a system

This system collectively would kick an endo in the balls /hj

this alter has multiple pronouns please use all of them

this alter has multiple pronouns please rotate between them

this alter has multiple pronouns please ask which ones to use when talking to them

this alter fucking hates november sixteenth

this user is a Dalek fictive

this system has a shit ton of tommyinnit introjects

This alter has a complicated relationship with source separation

This fictive has pre-system trauma that isn’t canon and it doesn’t hurt any less

This system has a hard boundary against calling their pre-system memories pseudomemories, pseudotrauma, and false memories

This alter doesn’t give a fuck what you think about in-system relationships

This fictive doesn’t give a fuck about what you think of their pre-system actions

This alter is extremely protective over his wife

This alter is a recovering asshole

this system has age regressors

this alter is an age regressor

this system has pet regressors

this alter is a pet regressor

this system has age regressors and pet regressors

this alter is an age regressor and a pet regressor

this system has autism and bpd, please be patient with them

this system has adhd and gets distracted easily

this system frequently has tics

this alter fears the body's dad

this system fears the body's dad

this introject has severe leg pain

this introject is a pain holder

this alter is aggressive

this system is male

only this systems host is trans

this male system has a female alter

this system has one alter that no one likes

This fictive looks and acts different from their source

this user is a pokemon fictive

this system has a constant tummyache please be patient

this system feels unsafe in hospitals

This system is very little heavy

Some of our littles are very sensitive, please be patient with them

This little is a my melody fictive who loves their source !! Please ask about source as much as you'd like

this wilson fictive is afraid of the dark, closed spaces, and big dogs

this wilson fictive loves willow like a sister

this alter is a caretaker

this alter is a gatekeeper

this alter is a symptom holder

this alter is a mood booster

this alter’s role changes depending on what the system needs

This fictive is trying to separate from source but is having a hard time, please be patient with them

This alter is hypersexual/hyperromantic, please don't flirt with them

this system's special interest is psychology

this system's special interest is DID/OSDD

this system's special interest is DID/OSDD

this alter hates endo “systems”

this fictive is hyperfixated on their source

this system wants more friends, but is scared to reach out first

this alter ask you to not compare them to their source

this alter is so small, size of two sauces

this blog is run by a mask fictive

this headmate is a Percy Jackson fictive

this system is dsmp fictive heavy (and they dont support it)

This system doesnt have a host or co-host but bosses

This alter is a fictive from a book

This alter is a fictive and a fictionkin

This alter is a fictive of a oc

This alter is easily upset

This system needs comfort all times of Christmas

This alter was bad in source, but is trying to be better

This alter regresses

This alter is from a problematic source, but isn't problematic

this alter desperately needs a hug

this alter struggles with relationships

Parents, "parents", and similar figures scare the fcking sh!t out of this system

this system is no longer forced to fake their body age!

this system is still questioning

This system splits easily and ends up with a lot of introjects for their current hyperfixation/special interests that end up fronting very often.

This system splits easily and ends up with a lot of introjects for their current hyperfixation/special interests which is currently the Percy Jackson Series) that end up fronting very often.

this alter looks like a little but isn’t one

this little is mentally a adult

This alter is going to fight the host so they take care of themself

Hey, mama! Yeah, we're like, uh, yass and work and slay and yass over here, like... yass... (joke userbox)

this system is ok with front checks/front asks

This alter is a fictive/introject of Leon S. Kennedy from Resident Evil

this system is anti radqueer

this alter holds anger and has low temper

this mafuyu asahina fictive is semi-intact with their source

this emu otori fictive is semi-intact with their source

this fictive is a trauma regressor

this alter is an oswald cobblepot fictive

this system is a dog

this system is a rottweiler

This alter has memory problems, please be patient

This alter zones out/disassociates a lot, please be patient

This alter struggles with finding words to talk

This CoD alter doesn’t like being compared to their source

this system loves you /p

this system loves their wife and husband, and will fight you if you say otherwise

this alter misses their abuser and this alter still loves their abuser

this system has maladaptive daydreaming disorder

This little is from a media that isn't kid-friendly

this alter has a child in their parnters systems

this alter id's as mspec gay

this alter id's as msepc lesbian

this alter is a panromantic lesbian

this alter is a fictive of a character that doesn't have a canon personality

this alter has a distinct accent

this system is Australian

this system is Russian

This System Has Way Too Many Fictives From Regretevator

this fictive is similar/not fully separated with source but doesn’t want to be compared to it

this system loves animals

((this took so longgg))

[syscultureis]

tw sh/vent

sysculture is waking up in the middle of the night, returning to front for a hot second, and feeling a searing pain in your leg. then checking what's up and... oh. whys it bleeding. whys the sh tracker reset. whys our sh protector in the front room. who relapsed.

then your MOM sees it and asks you about it and you can't blame the dog this time bc youve given that excuse too much, so you finally have to come "out" to your parents about being a system which is the LAST thing you wanna do bc of the stigmas of their generation

and sure, she said shed love me no matter what, but would she love my headmates?

and fighting the urge to do it yourself.

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[hattiestgal]

The way you draw heavier body types- legs in particular- makes one of our headmates feel incredibly validated. She’s rather large herself and it’s not super common to see characters shaped like she is.

Apologies if this is a little odd to say, but we merely wanted to thank you for doing what you’re doing!

I will ALWAYS appreciate comments like this!! Fat n chubby folks need SO much more representation than they get, and if I can help some critters out in my crowd feel validated and seen, there is no higher honor than that.

[robins-warudo]

Lamia HRT Prelude - Memories I

She collapsed.

I remember very little concretely of this time.  The only thing clear is that she collapsed.  Worked the field, stood up, legs gave out.  My wife screamed.  Overreacting, she thought at the moment.  My wife helped me.. No, her.. back up and brought her inside to rest.

My wife berated her, which the tall-man took as light-hearted at first, but slowly it descended into an argument.  For someone of her former standing, the elven valedictorian of our magic school, my wife had been talking of black magic a lot lately, but.. they trusted each other. 

After one rant and before the next tirade, the tall-man changes her tune and smiles.  She touches the tip of one of my wife’s ears, then trails that finger down until her palm can caress her cheek, then says her piece.  She knows her lover wouldn’t do any sort of black magic without say.  This was simply yet another conversation where the tall-man tries to assuage my wife’s fears of her growing old first, that it was natural, that it was a life well spent already and she looked forward to however much was left.  The latest such conversation of many.  Surely, nothing would-

I hack blood out of a throat that feels too wide, past teeth that feel too numerous and too sharp, shake copious amounts of it off of my arms, off my head, off my..  Something else.  Not legs.  I felt something else.

I opened my eyes. Despite having only torchlight, my vision was clearer than it had been in years, and my wife stood in front of me.  Much smaller than I remembered.  Sweating buckets and short of breath, telltale signs of using much magic, alongside her pupils changing back to normal from strange keyhole shapes.  I reach out to her and flinch before I make it.  The dark arms in my periphery weren’t merely bloodstained and dripping - black diamond scales lined the back of my hand, going all the way down my arm.  I see green band patterning - familiar, the tall-man’s memory says, her hometown’s local snakes having similar - and it’s her revulsion that drives me to look back at my wife instead of this body.

Black claws and green hands softly caress my wife’s face, my middle finger first reaching for the tip of her ear like always, though now I need not trace the ear for my palm to reach her cheek. The gesture calms her from an incoming panic, telling her that her love is still here, despite having just realized what awful act her fear has driven her into.  Words pass between us, but I recall few.  What I do know is this - this was the point of no return.  Even if we deluded ourselves into thinking we could still live civilian lives, as long as I stayed out of view.

The dungeon became our home.

And I remember the day we broke fon-

“Robin!” a familiar voice startles me out of our shared daydream.  I look out and see myself eating.  I go to look at my human hand but my eyes are not under my control - ah, right. I’m not fronting.  Clarity, my near-lifelong headmate, just spoke to me aloud in the silence of the car.

“Robin, I know your memories are a lot sometimes - especially as we make our way to this Hyper City to make your dream real - but you’re dominating the train of thought with it again. It’s not even the memory itself, it’s that you’re clearly wallowing in it feeling bad.”

‘R-Right,’ I stammer, assigning my voice an avatar in headspace - in my meekness, rather than my ideal body, I’m identical to our shared physical body, a round brown-haired mess of a trans girl, scratching the back of my head.  ‘Sorry, everyone.’

A murmur of “Alrights” and similar feelings, from awake and dormant headmates respectively, washes over me.  A soft breeze of rose petals rushes to my side and a pale hand touches my shoulder comfortingly.

‘You still wanna do this?’ its owner asks - a somewhat older Ruby Rose, one of my fictive headmates - second only to Clarity in making sure I’m comfortable pushing forward with this if I so desire.  ‘This always has been your choice.’

‘Yeah,’ I answer, both her and Clarity’s no doubt similar sentiments. ‘We wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t questioning myself, though.’ I admit, shrinking back from Ruby’s touch sheepishly.

“Remember how scared you were of starting your social transition to womanhood?” Clarity follows up between final bites. “Or when you first realized you weren’t human?  Or how about when you finally realized you weren’t alone in this thick skull after years of me pounding on it?  All in that order?” she swallows.  “Point is, you’re still scared of change. And while that needs to be addressed, it’s worked well so far as a barometer of what is and isn’t real.  You’re on the right track, and you know it, and I know it.”

She projects an avatar into headspace to lean forward in front of me, the near-clone of the body my avatar imitates, but with further feminine features and much silkier, better cared-for hair.  “One last time.  You want this.” Practically spoken as a statement rather than a question, but I answer.

‘Yes!  I want to do this!’

“To do what?”

‘I want to be a lamia!  I want to be me!’

Clarity and her avatar smile, and the latter pats my head before it dissipates.  “Good girl.” A hug from Ruby follows, and she zooms back into her room upstairs in another cloud of petals before Clarity resumes the drive, and subsequently our playlist.  Voracity is next on shuffle, ironically, the song that makes me remember what came next.  Clarity goes to skip it, but I ask her not to.  

I think of what’s coming once we get to this magical city I’ve heard so much about, based on all the stories of others becoming their true nonhuman selves.  Despite the memories playing before me, I smile, and Clarity smiles with me.

I’ll face this head-on.  With everyone’s help.

Although as we approach and pass under the fabled archway, the familiar pit of hesitation forms in my stomach, thinking of those same memories.

If this is reality, if I can become capable of even a modicum of what I did then.. am I something worth becoming?

[flooferbutt]

Meet my system members!

here i will be introducing y'all to my headmates :3

now including emote signoffs!

Count: ~14 members

w lil blinkies i made with blinkies.cafe

All moodboards are made by me, please do not use them! :3

note: i also get shifts of my headmates cos they are nonhuman!

note #2: a "floof" is basically a cat with horns and sheep ears, and floofs is the unofficial name of my original species

"Come along now, run away from the humdrum

We'll go to a place that is safe from

Greed, anger and boredom"

Cosmo Sheldrake "Come Along"

Apple : (they/them, stem/juice) A long bouncy floof with cream-colored fur in different shades, countershaded - light on the underside, darker on their back - and white freckles on the darker shades. They wear a white and red plaid bandana, and they always have an apple to munch on. Apple is cheerful and clever, and they love climbing trees and baking in the kitchen.

🎃 Autumn : (spook/spooky/spooks/spookself) Orange, white & violet floof with lots of fluffy fur, feathered wings, and autumn leaves in spooks fur; Autumn is basically the embodiment of the season and is fallxenic (seasogender), spook is mute and can only really squeak. Spook is even tempered and a lil odd, and just kinda hangs out lol

we need a better blinkie for spook TwT

🌱 Basil : (they/them : spri/sprig/sprouts/sproutself) A lanky Canadian lynx with white and brown fur and dark stripes and spots, with little plants (like '🌱') growing from sprouts head and tail; spri is a daydreamer and prefers plants over people, is always in sprouts garden being a dork :3 bloomcore kind of boi

🥀 Bayun : (they/them) A black Manx cat with red eyes! they are sweet and curious most of the time but they bite! they're also Russian; possible demon kin?

🗡 Brazier : (he/him) Big orange and white and black floof; Brazier is scottish and grumpy and sturdy, a blacksmith, and he's got a twisted hind leg which needs a brace to be kept straight

☕ Cocoa : (they/them) A floofy chubby brown classic-tabby floof, with sleepy blue eyes and a cinnamon roll kind of look. They're the system mom figure and are very chonk, loves coffee (which has no effect on the sleepy factor), and they smell like chocolate and cinnamon

💜 Dusky : (he/him/star) A slender male floof with shades of dark blue and lavender and black for fur, with white toes, a white chin and a white spot on his chest. Dusky is quiet and reserved while kind and helpful, eager to please.

🌌 Firefly "Nexus" : (they/them) A dark blue floof with bioluminescent yellow dapples, they are a pet floof and wear a collar; they're mischievous and curious, always getting into stuff! They love food

🌙 Grayling : (they/he) A grayscale floof with layered marks, countershaded; they wear a hufflepuff scarf and they're shy and quiet, they prefer books rather than people and carry their trusty brown teddy bear. They fit most into the harry potter universe and have shown themself to be London British

🕸 Hemstitch : (they/them) A round black-gray floof with dark green buttons for eyes; they're from the coraline universe tbh, and they're timid and gentle with a fear of sharp things. They live in your attic /j

🍂 James : (he/him : spi/spice) A ginger and cream floof with darker overcoat markings, lots of layers in his pelt coloring, with brown freckles like pumpkin spice on a latte :3 He has bright sky blue eyes and wears big round wire rimmed glasses, nerd style; he's polite and clever and loves books, generally a college student and autumn boi. He likes to wear oversized sweaters, and fingerless mitts for his mitts; he's got the London kind of British thing going on

🔥 Flame "Lordie" : (he/him) A large-ish black floof with red and orange, jagged horns and fiery swirl eyes, he's been my oc for the longest time, and finally he joins me in my system :D He has some fire powers, is confident and decisive, tho he can be aggressive (not an "evil alter" guys, he just bites a lil)

🌊 Seaglass : (they/them) A smol round floof. Their fur is patterned like a Finnish mutation cat in shades of tan and seafoam green on mainly white fur. Seaglass is blind and their eyes are cloudy white; they hate water and rain, and they're very quiet and soft spoken.

🍄 Sweetie : (they/them) A brown/gray tabby cat with olive eyes, they're a cerebellar hypoplasia / wobbly cat! Like some of the others they were an oc before kin and headmate; they're just a cheerful boi and they jus kinda love their life :D they have a mushroomcore and forestcore aesthetic

that's everyone so far ❤

I'll be updating if anyone else shows up, thank you for reading!

Love from the floof collective!

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[the-chorus-of-voices-collective]

I just saw a post that was something along the lines of-

This line of dialog "being gay/trans is unnatural!" And then the post saying in response 'you traumatized your child so regularly and severely that their identity fractured into 49 different parts'

The post ends with this 'no animal could ever come close to hurting a child like that'

This really. Really stuck with me. Cause their right. Animals run primarily on instinct and learned behaviors. However that instinct will never be to hurt their offspring the way humans hurt theirs. Animals do not have the urge to inflict unnecessary pain. Do some kill/eat their children from time to time? Yes I won't deny that. But it's not for their pleasure. They simply do it because it's the circle of life.

What I'm trying to say is that-i believe. Or I would hope because humans have already failed me.

I believe that an animal should they have been given our sentience and awareness they wouldn't inflict suffering on their young. I think they would cherish those little guys like children are meant to be. Those little guys wouldn't be subjected to anything close to what I or many others have been through. Because at their core I genuinely believe animals can only love.

Humans on the other hand. Are full of hatred and it sickens me.

Yknow my boyfriend texted me today. Half-dissociated and numb. Because his grandmother responded to a snarky comment by snatching, and ruining my boyfriends food. My boyfriend had to wrestle his food back. And feeling obvious frustration, he slammed the door of the microwave and subsequently got yelled at for it. He yelled back. He got hit for it. His aunt and his mother had to get between them because that grown ass woman was dead set on beating my boyfriend. Then proceeded to get bitchy and defensive when not given the fucking chance.

Why am I saying this? Why the fuck am I going on this long-winded rant. I may not even be making sense right now. None of you could have stopped and read this but that doesn't matter cause If one person hears me and processes what I'm trying to get across that's enough for me. If that person is myself? Well thats fine by me.

I hate the human race. I hate DID/OSDD and what had to happen for our community to have this disorder. Maybe not everyday is pain but I remember a time when it was.

20 headmates. 20 people living in our brain because mother couldn't stop fighting and screaming and couldn't ever seem to get to us when her now ex-husband got too angry and pushed me around like a rag doll. Said ex-husband being sure to employ graphic threats to my or my siblings safety when he felt he was being disrespected. Various fits of loud pointed cursing and throwing things around.

A child shouldn't fear being hit by someone who should love them. A child shouldn't expect someone who should love them to hit them.

Animals wouldn't hurt me like humans have. The worst my dog has ever done to me is hump my fucking leg before backing off with a bit of scolding.

The worst my parents have done to me is fracture my identity into 20 pieces because they were so hurt and broken they just couldn't help themselves to break me down to that state as well.

they didn't hear me when I screamed. When I screamed for help or just a scrap of love that wasn't imposing or codependent. They weren't there when I cried into the night wishing for death.

I was a scared little kid. And now I'm a traumatized and bitter teenager.

Who am I?

It depends.

But one thing is this. Animals? They wouldn't hurt me the way humans have. They wouldn't hurt you. They would take in or have children and love them because that's what you're supposed to do with children.

We didn't deserve what happened to us.

The animals know that.

(I was going to reblong the original post but unfortunately I had to refresh my screen and lost sight of it. Credit goes to the original poster)

[systastic]

hi hi! i know you do songtives but i was wondering if you could do a level 2 or a level 3 pack for a fandom song? specifically this one

https://youtu.be/Nbxu8jl_jVU?si=lvPgMolg9Mif94fh

the song is based on eridan ampora homestuck, which you can read his wiki if you want. but i was thinking about the pack being focused on the song specifically. tysm for your time!!

oh nice a new song to add to our collection /lh -🌳

I stepped in on this one as the vibe that was gathered from the song itself is very similar to “my” own experience as a headmate within our system and thus triggered me into the front. if this intrusion has impacted your request, I suggest resubmitting to this blog and asking for changes or asking a different blog for assistance in this. sincerely, umbra.

name :: cassiel, dolen, yachid, aarick, ekak, casimir, einar, ezhno, isel, mal, kafur, karikoga

age :: 27 ; optionally, thy may also be ageless entirely. the concept is confusing to nae either way.

pronouns :: prefers kye/kyr/kyr/kyrs/kyrself, hye/hyer/hyers/hyenself, rie/rhem/rer/rers/rerself, nae/nym/nyr/nyrs/nymself, se/syr/sym/syrs/syrself, thy/thym/thyr/thymself, or dae/daem/daer/daemself ; will accept it/its & they/them ; he/him used only as a last resort. often speaks of thymself in the second person through a descriptive lens.

roles :: loner, insomnaut, catalyst (finding the truth about kyrself leads to dark places no one else knows. alone, but never on syr own — a head full of fog with nothing to help comfort nym. something changes — a fundamental break — but as for what… isn’t quite known.)

species (suggestions) :: hybrid human ; ghost ; entity/daemon of solitude ; shadow entity ; no species at all (null creature)

gender identity :: acadelibre, impostoria, kenonightfield, crackedmaskic, mascnul

orientation :: whatever you choose doesn’t mean anything to kyr. casimir prefers being alone. to even broach the idea of connection with another person is to deny ezhno what constitutes kyr very being.

source :: ugly story (songtive)

aesthetic :: dullcore, soft macabre, sizz ; sitting on a rooftop by yourself, surrounded by a fog that mists around your shoulders and holds you close. no matter the distance between you and the world, it is never quite close enough. lonely, perhaps, but being able to find comfort in the absence.

appearance description :: dark and fuzzy as though looking into an oncoming fog. you may not see it at first glance. only on a second look will you notice cassiel. daer features are a mystery; dae are in shadow irregardless of lighting, leaving only the pale glow of daer irises as an indication dae are present. thy is humanoid in appearance but presents with wispy or smoky features such as wisps of hair floating from thyr head, fingertips bleeding ink clouds into the air, and thyr legs and other extremities being mostly transparent near the outer edges. einar is hard to distinguish on a good day. most report thyr existence as a vague “presence”, unable to distinguish who it is but able to feel someone in the area. thy prefer this: being “nothing” instead of “something” gives thym a sense of fulfillment / euphoria.

personality description :: perfect silence in all ways of the word: no speaking, no footsteps, no idle sounds of shuffling fabric as thy shift from foot to foot. it is off putting to some — why exist at all if your “existence” is nothingness? notably, aarick will not engage if provoked, harassed, or threatened: it remains silent and simply… watches as though nothing has happened at all. if other headmates are a Presence, ekak is an Absence: the unwavering static of nyr mind drowns out all else to the point of unfeeling. this is not apathy — no, there is not an emotion behind your actions. it is the absence of emotion entirely - the absence of bias, thought, or anything of the sort - that signifies syr existence.

likes :: the quiet calm that falls once all others have fallen asleep. the unwavering nature of night: dark and alone, unmodified, solitary yet not spiteful. a comfortable disconnect that lays between mind and body; having a degree of separation between the two ensures kyr presence in the first place. to be reminded of it brings a heavy-hearted pain dawning cannot stand. the ability to write about mal’s feelings and the sense of disconnect, putting these words to paper as a form of journaling. observation from afar is superior to personal connection - the chance of change or requirement of speech is too high - making this yachid’s preference over conversing or the like.

dislikes :: speaking in any form. to be solitary is a choice; speaking shatters the very choice that you made to begin with. being in the presence of others is what karikoga abhors the most. feelings do not come naturally when forced by others to exist. how can you be expected to feel when there is nothing to be felt in the first place? reminders that einar has a body is torturous. dae cannot stand the chains of flesh, being locked into physical form, being reminded that dae have to care for a body as though it were daer child. dolen prefers the intangibility of imagination over the confinement that is the body.

front triggers :: solitude. the heavy burden of existence on one’s shoulders. a sudden realization— this is not the home you know. this is not your place. this is not you. these things draw isel to the surface and leave daer presence lingering long after dae have retreated back to the comfort of the mind.

signoff :: 👑, ⚓️, 🐦‍⬛, 🩻, 🪦, ⛓️‍💥, 🗡️, 🖤, 💜, or ♒️

source is here. artist is @_ysther on twitter.